Groningen has been my student hometown for about five years now. It has been a period of many firsts, which have shaped me into the person I am today. In September however, I will be moving to The Big City for a more grown-up lifestyle. Before I leave here though, I have to give an ode to this wonderful era, starting with living in a student house.
I learnt what it is like to live on my own for the first time. Cooking dinner for myself but being able to have three other people feed from it as well. #OverestimateYourAppetit #LearnYourProportions
I learnt to “improvise” on a stove that only had two burners. Meaning making pasta carbonara over and over and over again.
I learnt how to deal with a small fridge with no freezer. I soon have to start paying rent at the supermarket.
I learnt that the word “bathroom” in ads should be taken with a grain of salt. You could practically take a shit and shower at the same time if you wanted to.
I learnt what it’s like to have unhygienic, insanitary, nasty roommates who somehow are too ignorant to perform the simple task of taking their trash out. And no, moving your trash from the corridor into the hallway closet is not the same and not good enough.
Which subsequently lead to dealing with mice. In my bed. Under my pillow.
I learnt what it’s like to live in the city center next to all the popular clubs where drunks decide to shout in the middle of the street at 5 a.m. that they forgot their keys. #NotCoolBro
I learnt not to buy second hand mattresses whose previous owner was a smoker. #InhaleNotSoMuch
And lastly, I learnt not to buy a squeaky bedframe… Let’s leave it at that.